Being on an interstate highway and, with cruise control, made that pretty easy. I teased a lot, making that blow job last as long as I possibly could....Bill finally ended it when he couldn’t take anymore and had to cum before he went crazy. I got choked on his cock, wore a decent amount of cum and came up for air just as another truck was alongside. That made for some interesting chatter for a while on the CB radio! I talked to a few of the guys – one was from the south and also black – loved. That will be remedied in a few days.Through the good graces of one of our friends here a backup system has been put in place so if/when my mind slips off the rails my family will receive a copy of this as a legacy. I want them to see this, just not now there’s already too much turmoil and pain in our lives.I want to thank all the wonderful people who have opened up and shared their hearts with me. You have encouraged me as I hope I have been able to encourage you. It’s good to know that I’m not. Producing sufficient milk was a big pain from day one. As weeks progressed my wife continued to produce milk for the baby but it was not at all sufficient, the baby was not gaining enough weight and the pediatrician was pressurizing my wife to start supplementing the babies with formula. We went to 3 different professional and medical lactation consultants, none of whom could do anything to improve the flow of milk. During this time, one of my wife’s ladies club member suggested to pay a visit. ************Long after I had moved out of the apartments and remarried, I tracked her down to a new apartment, where she lived as a resident.I'd visit every so often, as my daughter was ofter at my parent's house, and her place was on the way. She was no longer a drunk; but was in AA, and sponsoring other recovering alcoholics. I was pretty proud of her, turning her life around in her retirement.One warm day I decided to stop by for a visit. I knocked, but no answer. I turned and was.